Higher Level Wife

Ask for a recommendation ticket and ask for everything, la la la...

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With a wave of the folding fan, he said with a smile on his face: "Looking at you scared, I just spoke out to test you. \\\\;You can read the novel in August 1 Chinese~ Don’t worry, although I am not the emperor, It's also a promise, promise your promise, and never regret it. Yes, you know why I told you this?" Because of a little coincidence, I changed the topic.

"The concubine body is also strange. What did the little prince mention this for no reason? Besides, you are from the Imperial Academy, why did you go to the Criminal Ministry to interfere?" Fu Qiuning actually understood that this was Jin Fengju telling himself indirectly, Prince Hong’s Jun En is already in decline, Zhang Shaoyan has been dealt with, and Zhenjiang Prince's Mansion is also hurt. If she wants to be safe in the future, she really has no choice but to rely on the Jin-inlaid Marquis Mansion.

"It's nothing, but nothing to say, so let's be a topic." Jin Fengju only looked at Fu Qiuning's expression and knew that she was already discerning in her heart, but she was humble on her face, so she stopped talking nonsense, and just said indifferently: "Although I am The Hanlin Academy is also a sword of the sage. I will go wherever he wants to dispose of it immediately. Everyone thinks it’s beautiful, but it’s actually quite tiring. Nothing, it’s not interesting to say these things, I want to come. After picking up the dates in the kitchen, I took Feng'er and Jiao'er out to play for a while, came back to have dinner, and then watched the sweet-scented osmanthus in the moonlight at night. \\\\;For novels, go to August 1 Chinese~"

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The night is low, although tonight is not fifteen, but because the weather is fine, there is also a large moonlight.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in Wanfengxuan, there were a few rattan chairs. Jinfengju Yumian Fu Qiuning and the others were all sitting there, joking and laughing while eating snacks on the table. Jin Cangfeng and Jin Cangjiao ran on the ground holding two small lanterns. They were two exquisite glass lamps that Jin Fengju brought over today. They painted flowers and birds. They were very beautiful and lovely.

"It will be Mid-Autumn Festival in more than a month. In these few days, we should pick these osmanthus flowers and pickle them with sugar, and save them to make osmanthus cakes." Fu Qiuning instructed Yu Niang, while gently waving Bo Juan. Qingluo Xiaofan, although there were no insecticides and mosquitoes in ancient times, the wisdom of the ancestors cannot be underestimated. After bathing at night, he smeared a thinly scented essential oil on his body, and there was nothing within three meters. Mosquitoes are much easier to use than modern mosquito repellent fragrances.

Fu Qiuning thought that she didn’t see these essential oils in modern times. She didn’t know if the recipe was lost, or because it was unique to this aerial era. In short, it was very easy to use. It made her, a person who was deeply disturbed by mosquitoes in her previous life, follow her. Never hate summer anymore. 【Leaf*子】【You*You】

"You still make osmanthus cakes by yourself? There are so many in the house. If you like to eat, I'll send someone a big box over tomorrow." Jin Feng held up a juicy pear and said slurredly. .

"What the mansion did may not be as good as our taste..." But after listening to Yujie's grinning mouth, Fu Qiuning stepped on secretly before she finished speaking, not allowing her to do her best.

"Really? Your sweet-scented osmanthus cake is extraordinarily delicious? Is there any secret?" Jin Fengju was interested, and leaned forward, letting Yujie continue. When he saw Yujie carefully looking at Fu Qiuning, he snorted: "Good girl, you say boldly, don't learn from your grandma, guard against me is like guarding against thieves, and there is a little good thing that he refuses to let me know. As if I was afraid that I would steal it, and I don't want to think about who is supporting you in this mansion? Who is giving you the cost of food and clothing? It's really kind and revenge."

If it weren't for the **** ladylike demeanor, Fu Qiuning would have put the plate of candied fruit on the table on Jinfeng's face a long time ago: I don't want this **** to say it, and I don't want to think that the things he sent are just for eating by himself? Don't his children eat with them? After he stepped into this evening wind porch in spring, how much did he eat? If he doesn't count his own food, he will have to force himself to give away people. Otherwise, what are you afraid of? Yujie is a wintry person. Just for the moment, she must praise her own sweet-scented osmanthus cake. This is good, make more in the autumn, and let her send it to the wives and grandmothers. Then she will be angry. See if she dare to speak so quickly.

Thinking angrily in his heart, but calmly on the face, he only turned his face to one side, and as expected, Yujie had already started talking with Jin Fengju about how their sweet-scented osmanthus cake was delicious. This is all because Fu Qiuning lived in Suzhou in the previous life and loved to eat, so he did some research on dim sum. After crossing it, he used it in ancient diets. Because they were all natural ingredients, they tasted exceptionally good.

Sure enough, when Yujie said this, Jin Fengju immediately became interested, and said to Fu Qiuning: "When will you make sweet-scented osmanthus cake? Let Yujie call me, I want to eat hot. Yes, the old lady also said If I want to come and stroll around here, I don’t want to decide that day. I will also dig out the sweet potatoes in the backyard and steam them with water, so that the elderly can try them."

"Don't." Fu Qiuning was taken aback: "If you talk about sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, it's nothing, but don't let the old lady come here. It's away from the Kangshouyuan and separated by an entire garden. Why bother to work with her elderly? She loves eating. Sweet potatoes, I steamed them and sent them to her while they were hot."

Jin Fengju received the folding fan, and said helplessly: "I said the same~www.NovelMTL.com~ When she comes, don't think about being clean here, how many people have to follow, how many people have to stare. Just look at the meaning of the ancestors. It’s not like trying to dispel your mind. There’s no way, you’ll be affected when the time comes."

Fu Qiuning frowned and said, "I'm not afraid of being affected, I'm just afraid of being angry."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Jin Fengju faintly smiled, and said in a deep voice: "Are you **** off? I know in my heart there are a few people who are eager to step on you. But Qiu Ning, let's not talk secretly in front of the Mingren. I want to **** you off. There is no such savvy person in this house. I know that I promised you not to let you into the backyard because I didn’t want to be involved in these disputes. The ancestors came. , I’m afraid that may not be able to do so, but you have to think about it, even if the ancestors come, it’s a big deal if you bother here for a few days, you are the most sensible person, how can you let yourself fall into those In intrigue? A few days, better than I let you into the backyard and face those troubles every day, right?"

When he said this, Fu Qiuning had no choice but to agree. Xin said that as long as you don't go into the backyard, you really can't force other things. After all, she still needs Jin Fengju's asylum, so she can't be too stubborn about some things.

In the Wanfeng Xuan, there is a scene of harmony and harmony, while in the Qingwan Pavilion, it seems a lot more deserted and lonely.

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